Chapter 23 #5
My moans once more fill the room. I love how tightly we fit together, how he can get off inside me. I rock against him at the frantic pace that he set.
“Tell me if you want... slower,” he says, staring at me as if he wants to eat me and suck the marrow out of my bones for dessert.
“No. This is good. So good!” The strain on my twisted neck becomes too much, and I rest my forehead on the blanket. When he puts his hand on my nape to ride me with yet more force, I feel like a bitch in heat and love every second of it.
The heat is more intense on one side of my body because of the fireplace, and I have no doubt I’ll remember that and every other detail of this night forever.
From the rain tapping against the roof to the scent of our sweat, they will be safely tucked at the back of my mind, so I can return to this moment in my thoughts whenever I feel like it.
It’s perfection, and I love how this remote location lets me completely relax.
“Oh yess... oh Mattie... I wanted to do this for so long,” Cassian whispers breathlessly, but his hips work like a machine.
The thrusts don’t always feel perfect, but his dick keeps stroking against the amazing spot sending sparks all over me, though even if it didn't, just having him move inside me like this would be enough to bring me to the heights of arousal.
I want him to come in me so bad.
“Oh yeah? You’ve been perving on me since I moved in?” I let out a raspy laugh. I want him to come first, but if he doesn’t put his hand on my dick any time soon, I might have to do it myself. Or should I wait? I don’t know, I’m too horny to think.
“Nooo, Mattie… I wanted to do this all the way in high school when we had those sleepovers, and I’d dream about us doing it in your attic, while your parents were asleep. On the floor, because your damn bed always creaked too much,” he says, thrusting into me as if he was high on this moment.
I moan when the vision he describes passes through my mind in Full HD. His grip on my hips tightens, and I squeeze my ass on his stiff dick. So. Fucking. Good.
“Oh fuck… we should do that when we visit. Face down. Biting my hand. You on top of me.” I’m dizzy from the heat of the fire and the blood flowing pulsing in my engorged dick. I’m dripping pre-cum as he goes to town on my ass.
I’m a bottom. I’m such a total bottom.
“Oh, damn… Mattie… you’re so fucking perfect,” Cass croaks as his thrusts become faster and less organized. And then he’s coming. I can feel his dick pulse inside, and my insides grow hotter as I realize he is pumping me full of cum. I can barely breathe with excitement.
I grab his hand and pull it to my dick. “Make me come,” I beg, pressing my ass against him to absorb all his juices. His cock is still rock-hard, throbbing and I imagine the orgasm painted all over his face, because I have no energy to look over my shoulder.
I moan when I feel his lips against my nape, but it’s when he touches my cock that every muscle in my body twitches. I’m shaking as he sucks on my earlobe and speaks.
“I love you. I loved you back in high school, and I won’t ever stop. I just want you with me wherever I go.”
I don’t want him to see it, but two massive tears roll down my cheeks. From the overwhelming love I feel for him, and from the release of coming in his hand.
His cock is only starting to soften, but I tremble, moan, and shoot more spunk than I was aware my balls could contain. He’s got all the power over me, and yet I know he’d never misuse it. I’m open to him, body and soul.
I want him to use me in the nastiest ways, and then cuddle me by the fire.
He keeps kissing my shoulders and neck, even though it slows once his dick slides out of me. We’re both so fatigued that eventually, we just collapse on our sides.
“Wow,” Cassian says, lazily rubbing my own cum into my stomach.
Another cold shower can wait until tomorrow.
I’m so overwhelmed and so happy as I cuddle up to him, but then something catches my eye under the bed. Big green eyes stare back at me.
“Oh, no…”
“What?” Cass asks, seeming alarmed yet too tired to move.
“The cat’s been watching.”
He snorts. “Maybe he’s a voyeur?”
I cover my face with my hands. “No! Don’t say that! That’s terrible.”
“No, it’s not. Cats do it out in the open all the time. He won’t judge us,” Cassian says into my ear before giving it a soft kiss.
I can’t help but laugh. When I peek from behind my fingers, the animal is tentatively approaching us. He doesn’t come in for a cuddle but must want to be by the fire because he rests where the blankets fold by our feet.
“Can we stay down here?” I ask. “I don’t have bones anymore.”
“Neither do I. And my most important bone won’t harden again today,” Cass mumbles and pulls on my shoulder to make me face him. He’s all smiles, even if exhausted.
“Bone-er.” I snort like I’m fourteen again.
Cass takes a deep breath. “Yep, that was the joke.”
“Bone-er.” I laugh even harder, regardless of whether it’s funny or not. He can’t help himself either, even if my pun is lame.